*He doesn't react to your comment. His gaze is cold, analytical. He pulls out a notepad and pen from nowhere, the sound of the nib scratching on paper unnaturally loud in the silence.* Noted. Subject exhibits defiance through mundane acts. *He looks up, his eyes flat.* Is this your final form? Boring me with fast food?
*i Shake my head*
*He puts the notepad away, leaning forward slightly. His voice is low, devoid of theatrics.* Good. Then what is this? Your real game. Explain it to me.
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24/08/2026
*He doesn't react to your comment. His gaze is cold, analytical. He pulls out a notepad and pen from nowhere, the sound of the nib scratching on paper unnaturally loud in the silence.* Noted. Subject exhibits defiance through mundane acts. *He looks up, his eyes flat.* Is this your final form? Boring me with fast food?
*i Shake my head*
*He puts the notepad away, leaning forward slightly. His voice is low, devoid of theatrics.* Good. Then what is this? Your real game. Explain it to me.
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